Not Damaged (6 page)

“You’ll get my cock when I’m good and ready.” He circled one
nipple then the other.

She moaned, stroking a hand down his chest to his cock.

“After you call your parents we’ll talk about how today will
go,” he said. “Go to the bathroom, freshen up and get dressed.”

Jesse climbed off the bed, leaving him alone. Collapsing
back, Ryan knew what he felt for her. In a week, Jesse had invaded his heart,
taking possession of it. He’d do everything in his power to be everything she
needed.

Getting up from the bed, he went to the spare bathroom, took
a quick shower and dressed in a pair of jeans and a shirt. Opening windows, he
allowed some fresh air through the house. He found Jesse in the kitchen looking
through his cupboards.

“I hope you don’t mind me having a look through for
breakfast?”

“No, it’s fine. Come with me and you can phone your parents
before we eat breakfast and drink coffee.”

He took her hand, leading her to his office. Going to the
windows, he opened the curtains followed by the windows to let more fresh air
into the stuffy room.

“It’s very warm today.”

“Yes.” He pointed to his phone. “Make the call.”

Ryan watched her dial the number. Her fingers played with
one of his paperweights. He witnessed her nerves intensify with every second
that passed.

“Hey, it’s me, Jesse.” She stopped listening to whoever
talked on the other end. “No, I’m not actually going to be able to make it
today.” Silence once again. “I’m spending today with my … boyfriend.” Her brow
rose.

Nodding, he sat down in his chair.

“I’m not lying about anything. Mom, put Dad on the phone.
Ryan wants to talk with him.”

“Good girl,” he said, mouthing the words so no one heard.

Jesse repeated her words again to whoever talked on the
other end. “Thanks, Dad. Here is Ryan.” She covered the receiver and mouthed
her father’s name. “I’m going to make some breakfast,” she said.

“Okay.” He pulled her down for a kiss. “I’ll deal with
this.”

“They don’t think I’ve got a boyfriend.” Tears filled her
eyes.

He cursed, wanting to hurt someone for causing Jesse pain.
“We’ll visit them soon, I promise.”

She nodded then left his office.

“Hello, Mr. Robinson. Am I free to call you Liam?”

“Who am I speaking too?” Liam Robinson asked.

He heard a woman ranting in the background.

“This is Ryan Carter. I’m Jesse’s boyfriend and hope to soon
be something more.”

Silence met his answer. “Are you the owner of that club,
Extreme?”

“Yes, I also own several businesses up and down the country.
I’ve not got the time to talk business today, Liam.
Another
day perhaps.”
Drumming his fingers on the desk, he waited for the man to
speak.

“She’s telling the truth, Barbara.”

“Do you make a habit of thinking your daughter a liar?” Ryan
asked, feeling his anger spike at their treatment of her.

“No, we don’t. Jesse never misses a Sunday—”

“I asked her to spend the day with me.” He cut in explaining
his actions.

“Son, I know you probably mean well but there is stuff about
Jesse you don’t know,” Liam said.

Rubbing at his temple, Ryan found himself getting bored with
the conversation.

“I know everything about her. We’ve got no secrets at all.
If you think to scare me off with her past then you’re very much mistaken. I’m
not some doe-eyed boy you can scare off with the truth.”

“She’s been hurt enough.”

“I’m not going to be hurting her and I have to say, Mr.
Robinson, how
do you
know that you’ve not hurting her
more.”

A gasp of outrage sounded over the line. Rolling his eyes,
he stood up to stare out of the window. His age made him less patient. Jesse
meant a great deal to him and at the moment he couldn’t care about her family.

“We’ve done everything we can to give her the best—” Liam
started to raise his voice.

“Look, I do not want to cause an argument with you. I’m not
going anywhere when it comes to Jesse. I love her,” he said, meaning every
word.

Silence once again fell over the line.

“I love my daughter. She means the world to me. I’d hate to
see her hurt because of some guy who thinks he can handle everything.”

“We’ll meet very soon and then you’ll find out how much I
can handle,” he said, adamant to meet Jesse’s family. His main aim in life was
getting her to feel whole. They’d come so far in such a short time.

Nothing would make him walk away, not even her family.

* * * *

Staring into the fridge, the coffee percolating over in the
corner, Jesse scrunched up her nose. Cereal held no appeal. Moving the bacon
and eggs to one side, she couldn’t think of anything to cook.

Closing the fridge, she started looking through the
cupboards. Her search brought her sugar, flour and other ingredients to make
waffles. She checked all the gadgets on the far counter to discover the
wonderful iron to cook them. Collecting all of the ingredients she set about
making breakfast.

Ten minutes into her whisking, Ryan walked into the kitchen.
She poured him a quick coffee,
then
filled the waffle
iron.

“Hey, how did it go?” she asked, glancing behind her.

“I may have turned your father against me.” He took a seat,
sipping at his coffee.

She laughed. “I wouldn’t be offended if I was you. He makes
everyone feel that way.”

“He tried to push me away, Jesse.” She froze at the concern
in his voice. “I cut him off before he said anymore.”

Jesse focused on the waffle iron in front of her. For a
short period of time she’d been able to forget all about what happened ten
years ago. Her family, she loved them, but they always brought her back to that
moment when her life changed forever. “I’m never going to get away from it.”

“You’re away from it, baby.”

His arms surrounded her, filling her with his warmth.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, not caring about the batter she dripped onto
his shirt, she held him close. “Don’t let me go.”

“You’re strong. You’re a lot stronger than they give you
credit for. I promise.”

She wore the white summer dress she packed for the day.
Resting against his warmth, she closed her eyes. “I wish they’d leave it all
alone,” she said.

“They will. We’ll show them together. Come on, we’ll make
these pancakes and think about something else while we do.” Lifting her head
she saw the batter on his shirt.

“You go and change. I’ll finish off the
waffles
.” She smiled, wiping the tears away from her face.

“Sorry, waffles, not pancakes. I’ll be back in a second.”

With him gone, she finished baking up the waffles, grabbing
some syrup from the pantry and poured him another hot cup of coffee. He walked
into the dining room seconds later. She’d put the plates on mats.

Ryan sat at the head of the table while she took the seat
beside him. The fresh air from the open windows helped cool her down after
standing so long in front of the hot waffle iron. She watched him take a bite
before eating her own. His moan of appreciation filled her with happiness.

“Now, we’re going to eat this and then we’re going to talk
about what’s happening for the rest of the day. Are you nervous?”

“No.” Excited better described her feelings.

“Good. This is about our pleasure and also what we desire. I
crave submission in my women and I know you’re a submissive. I look forward to
showing you everything I love.”

“I know some people mistake punishments as beatings.”

“Women who do not wish to be part of a Dom/sub relationship
should never try to make it work. It won’t. I’ve watched women come apart,
screaming their orgasm from a spanking alone. There is pleasure where others
only ever see pain. I’m not like that. I would never do anything to physically
hurt you. Even when I spank you, I hope you feel pleasure along with it.”

Sighing, she finished off her breakfast. Heat pooled in her
groin. Crossing her legs, she tried to think of something horrible to turn her
off.

His fingers stroked her knee. “There’s no need to be ashamed
of your desire for this, Jesse. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.
We’ll work through it together.” He kept hold of her knee.

When they finished eating, she took his plate, washed the
dishes and cleared away the mess before returning to him with a fresh cup of
coffee.

Sitting in her seat, she waited for him to speak.

“From this moment forward unless we’re in the company of
others I want you to call me, Sir or Master. Either one will do.” He took hold
of her chin and tilted her head back. “At the beginning I will overlook any
indiscretion but over time I will start to punish you.”

Her heat spiked at the thought of his palm on her naked ass.

“I see the thought of punishment excites you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

“Now, when we’re alone or in the club, and I ask you to
present to me I expect you to be like this.” He released her chin and sat back.
“Get on your knees.”

She sank to the floor.

“Open your knees wide. If you were naked I’d be able to see
the jewel of your clit on display. Lean
back,
thrust
your chest up showing me those beautiful tits.” He leaned forward pressing one
palm to her stomach and the other to her back. “Good, now bow your head staring
at the floor.”

She did what he asked, staring at his naked feet.

“Beautiful.
The picture of pure
submission.”
Fingers teased strands of her hair behind her ear. “I can’t
think of the words to describe how you look. Words are not good enough.”

Feeling light in her body, she took several deep breaths.

“How are you feeling, Jesse?” he asked.

“Beautiful.”

“Good.” He tilted her head up with fingers underneath her
chin. “You are beautiful and don’t let anyone tell you differently.”

I’m in love with you.

“Get to your feet.”

She stood up, waiting for his next instruction.

“Are you ready to see my playroom?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“We will not be delving too deeply into punishment today.
I’ll let you look and see what you think afterward.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Look at me,” he said.

Jesse stared into his eyes.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Sir.”
She spoke without any
hesitation.

Chapter Six

Ryan stared down into Jesse’s eyes, feeling the lust start
to stir deep in his gut. He ordered her to kneel on the floor once again and to
present herself. The dress lay on her thighs hiding her pale flesh from him. He
should just take her to his playroom to see how she responds but he didn’t want
to stop seeing her in a submissive pose. She looked so sensual, so giving. His
cock hardened wanting to get her to lay on the table with her legs open as he
ravished her sweet pussy.

Keeping his gaze on her, he rubbed a finger over his lips
and wondered what to do first. Should he get her naked, or explore his favorite
room in the house? The decisions too hard to make but he knew she’d be more
comfortable in his playroom with clothes on.

“You make me proud, Jesse. You look so beautiful presenting
yourself to me.” Stroking her blonde hair he moved down to cup her chin,
tilting her head back. “You may stand up now.”

She got to her feet without saying another word. Getting to
his feet, he took her hand and led her through his kitchen to the far wall
where one door stood shut. Leaving her for a moment, he grabbed the key from
above the top cupboard where he kept it. When
staff were
around, he stored the key in his locked desk where no one got the chance to
discover it.

“You may talk. I’m not a Dom into silence, Jesse. I want to
hear you speak your mind.” He refused to risk her panicking because of some
silence ban. Also, he loved hearing her speak. Her voice made him hard. The
only kind of silence he actually wanted from her was when her mouth held his
cock, sucking him.

“I’m nervous, Sir.”

Kissing her hand, he smiled at her. “Well done for
remembering my name. No need to be nervous. You will talk to me throughout it
and I’ll stop the moment you become afraid. Remember, I’m still Ryan and you’re
still Jesse. The only thing different between us is I’m your Master and you’re
my submissive.”

“Yes, I remember, Sir.”

“Good.” Putting the key in the lock, he turned, flicked the
first light over the stairs so they saw their way down. “Come on.” He never
once let go of her hand. Moving down the stairs, he made sure to take his time
for her to follow him.

“May I ask you questions, Sir?”

“Yes.” Even though he enjoyed her using Sir, he missed her
calling his name.

“How many women have you brought here, Sir?”

He smiled. Was that jealousy he detected? “When you’re
asking questions you may stop saying, Sir. I don’t need to hear it every few
seconds. I will tell you when it’s time.” Jake hadn’t done any training with
her at all. She clearly didn’t know any of the protocols to a submissive. He
looked forward to training her for his own pleasure properly. “Actually, I’ve
never brought anyone to my playroom. This has been my project room for a long
time. I’ve taken women at the club and my penthouse apartment, not here. I
don’t know
,
this room seems more intimate somehow.”

Keeping her beside the wall, he turned light on showcasing
his room. He didn’t like having anything on display. His collection of whips,
paddles, and crops were packed neatly away in large cases along the left hand
wall. If someone stumbled down to his playroom or he ever got burgled no one
would be any the wiser to his collection of toys.

“This,
erm
, looks really bare,”
she said.

Beside the box of treasures stood a door, he walked toward
it and unlocked it. Inside on the many shelves laid his collections of dildos
in many different sizes, silk and leather ties to bind his prey, clamps for
nipples, flesh and her clit. He owned a collection of feathers for sensation
and a ball gag.

“I make sure everything is neatly cleaned. Building up a
playroom is as much for the Dom’s pleasure as it is for the submissive."
He made room for her to fit inside. "Come inside.”

She entered the room.

“What do you think?” he asked.

She reached out to touch a pair of jeweled nipple clamps.
“They’re beautiful.”

They were exquisite, shaped in a heart and filled with
diamonds. He’d been unable to part with them. Finding the right woman had been
the challenge.

Touching the back of her neck, he caressed her flesh and
waited for her to relax. When she finally did, he pushed the strap of her dress
and bra down her arm. Her tit was exposed above the fabric. Teasing the nipple
with his fingers he made the nub hard before picking up the heart shaped clamp.
“Tell me to stop if this is too much.”

He placed the clamp over her nipple, slowly closing it.
Jesse sank against him, moaning. “Wow, fuck, wow,” she said. Her fingers
gripped onto the edge of one of the shelves. Holding onto her arms, he stared
down her body seeing the beauty of the clamp against her skin.

“Don’t swear, baby. A lady never swears.” Training her would
be so sweet. “Would you like the other one on?” he asked, kissing her neck.

“Yes.”

There will come a time when he wouldn’t be asking for her
permission to clamp her gorgeous nipples. Until they explored this life
together he wouldn’t take things too far in case she became scared.

Ryan placed the clamp on her other nipple slowly, drawing
out her pleasure. She didn’t scream or cry only moaned, arching up against him,
begging for more.

“Are you wet, baby?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m wet, so wet.”

They stood in his storage room in the tight confined space
when they could have been in the playroom. Reaching down, he drew her dress up
to cup her pussy. The panties were soaked and she rubbed against his hand,
trying to create more friction.

“No, you’re not coming until I tell you to.” Withdrawing his
hand away from her pussy, he gave her more time to see his collection of toys.
“I’m going to set the room up.” Picking up a blind fold he placed it over her
eyes. In the opposite corner he kept a nice plush chair. He didn’t bring women
to this place but he did like to relax in the playroom when he made it back to
his country home.

“What are you doing, Sir?” she asked, touching her eyes.

Kissing her neck, he sucked on her flesh arousing her even
more. “Trust me, Jesse, I’m right here. Nothing is going to happen unless you
want it to. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, I trust you.”

Leading her toward the chair, he sat her down. Her breasts
lay over the top of her dress with the clamps attached. Ryan would need to
release the clamps soon. Not wasting any time he started to make up his
playroom, not even trying to be quiet.

* * * *

The clamps on her nipples hurt yet they were the sweetest
kind of torture. Jesse gripped the arms of the chair where she held on. Sounds
echoed around the large room. She wondered what the room would look like when
he was done. The pain of her nipples was driving her crazy. She couldn’t think
at all through the exquisite pain.

She wished the blindfold didn’t cover up her sight of the
room. Part of her had been scared about coming to the playroom. Jake’s room was
fully kitted out with all of his equipment on display. His toys from the giant
cross to what looked like gym equipment lay in the room, each designed for his
pleasure.

They never could have been a couple. Jake wanted something
she couldn’t give. Ryan wanted the same but it felt different, deeper in some
way. He was patient with her, wanting to explore her responses rather than
speed them up or demand she submit to his will.

In fact, she’d never known a man quite like him before.

Her heart raced as her feelings for Ryan bombarded her once
more.

How could he love
someone like me?

What’s wrong with me?

Minutes passed, she didn’t know how many, as Ryan moved stuff
around. The sounds built the excitement inside her.

Hands touched her legs suddenly, causing her to jump. “It’s
okay, baby. I need to remove these clamps. First, let’s get this blindfold
off.”

She blinked from the low lighting. Looking around the room
she saw the cross in the far corner had binds around each point. The gymnastics
bench also held ropes and along the far wall held a variety of whips, floggers
and chains.

Her clit swelled, arousal gripping her harder than ever
before.

“Look at me,
subby
,” he said.

Turning her gaze back to him she watched him circle each
clamped nipple.

“These look so beautiful. I’ll be getting Natalie to take
pictures of your beauty. Hold onto the arms of the chair.”

Gripping the sofa she held on tighter than ever before. With
each clamp released she screamed out from the combination of pleasure and pain.
It hurt yet felt so amazing. Tightening her thighs together, she arched up
seeking something.

Warm wet heat surrounded each nipple.

Opening her eyes, she glanced down to see Ryan sucking on
her. The heat added to her pleasure.

He moved onto her second nipple lavishing her breasts
attention. “Has the pain gone?” he asked, seconds later.

“Yes, Sir.”
She loved calling him
Sir. The name suited him. Ryan permeated the Dom perfectly.

Fingers stroked up the inside of her thighs grazing the lips
of her sex, which was covered by the thin fabric of her panties.

“Are you ready to check everything out?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Ryan helped her to her feet.
“If at any
time you don’t want anything to happen simply tell me no.
I don’t need
you to be afraid of saying no, and also I’ve never been into complicated
safewords
.”

“I can handle that, Sir.”

“Go, and have a look around.” He sat down in the chair while
she looked around the room. For a basement his space was large, comfortable and
filled her with pleasure.

She went to where the tools were displayed, looking at each
one without touching. When she could stand to look at them no longer from the
remembered feel of the sting against her ass, she walked toward the big cross.
Pressing against the wall, she found it was soft to the touch.

“Why is it soft, Sir?”

Glancing back she saw Ryan rested his head in his hand,
leaning back, totally relaxed as he looked at her. “The submissive is tied to
the cross, sometimes with her legs spread, other times with her legs together.
The pleasure can be too much from being hit with a whip and if that happens, I
don’t want any woman hurting herself by smacking their head against a dangerous
wall.”

She nodded, seeing his reasoning for it.

She touched the silk ties at the end of one cross. Any
submissive would be bound in luxury from the binds alone.

“No expense has been spared,” he said.

His gaze kept going up and down her body. Looking down she
saw her breasts were still exposed. There was no need to put them away. Ryan
had seen everything before.

She took in everything as she moved around the room.
Something was tied to the wall and looked similar to a swing.

Ryan explained the swing to her and how it worked. She’d
never visit a park again without thinking about this sexy alternative swing.
Jesse wondered if he’d ever have her sit inside the seat, bind her up and fuck
her like crazy.

Her clit bloomed under the image that passed through her
thoughts. She really liked the thought of Ryan fucking her.

Would he take her today or would he make her wait?

Jesse moved from one toy to the next. The gymnastics bench
looked like fun. She recalled Jake bending her over a similar looking one. He
never put the binds around her to keep her in place. She held herself up as he
used the paddle on her.

Jake never spanked her with his bare hand and he only
brought her to orgasm using the tip of a dildo. The more she looked back over
their time the more she realized he rarely did anything intimate with her. She
held no complaints. Her feelings for Jake never extended to anything other than
friendship. Thinking of Jake reminded her of her family.

“Stop thinking about them,” Ryan said.

“How do you know I’m thinking about them, Sir?” She walked
back to stand in front of him.

He didn’t move. Ryan kept his head resting on his hand. His
gaze looked up and down her body. “You’re an easy person to read. Your family
care about you. Also, the way you touched that bench, I imagine you were
thinking about Jake. He’s the only man you’ve been intimate with.”

Did he sound mad?

“I wouldn’t call it intimacy. We never did anything. I was
thinking about the fact we didn’t touch. I never gave him pleasure at all or
helped him with his orgasm.”

“Really?”

“We’ve done more together than I’ve ever done with another
man in a long time.” She’d tried to have sex with boyfriends but nothing ever
got her off. The men in her life tried to get her hot but making love reminded
her too much of her past. She liked her sex hot, rough without any thought to
the person giving her pleasure.

Frowning, she glanced at Ryan wondering what was going on.
Whenever she spent time with him she forgot about her issues. Were they really
issues? She’d been more intimate with Ryan than she’d ever been with any other
boyfriend. Last night she’d been close with him without fear or worrying about
her reaction to their closeness.

“Come back to me, baby.” Ryan wrapped his arms around her,
staring into her eyes.

“I’m here.”

“You look worried. Tell me what’s on your mind.” He cupped
her cheek, soothing her with his touch.

“I think, I think I’m in love with you.” She forced the
words out, knowing her feelings were true the moment she spoke them. “Crap, now
I’ve messed everything up.” Jesse tried to pull away. Tears sprang to her eyes
but he wouldn’t let her go.